i called you up again today and you didn’t pick up. it’s weird. i didn’t expect it to happen this quickly, you know? the thought of growing apart before we ever really know each other. and now, now i don’t fucking have a life. i sit here and i worry about myself so much that it’s almost offensive when other people worry about me. but you it was different with you. it likes i wanted you to care, i wanted you to be nosy, i wanted you to be there, and i know it’s stupid of me to say you don’t care, of course you do. but i want you to care so much more. i want you to care so much that it annoys me, that it annoys everyone around us.
so, all you really left me with was an empty cheat, and all i left you with was a million missed calls. but that’s okay, because one day you’ll know that i tried, and at the end of each day i can rest my head easy telling myself that i tried.